There is beauty in the dance of the butterfly
An image in contrast to the blue of the sky
Her yellow wings beating out rythm to nature’s song
A peaceful presence helping to move time along
And magically blending the colors to green below
With a pleasant smile I say to her a quick hello
Her time more important than you or I
It does not matter when she makes to me no reply
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Art, Poetry, and dreams of things to come. False Promises is something we all do whether we make them to pacify a young child or an anal associate. The worst are the ones we make to ourselves and label bucket or wish list.
With that said I hope to write stories populated by my memories, and the regrets that I would change. If only done in fiction or a dream, I tried.
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